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Harry Potter

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The Bounty

Ch 6

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NOTES: I had several comments that said Hermione's love for Harry was to sudden. I don't think so, she's known him for 4 years, been best friends, stood beside him except for the broom incident in third. Why JKR had Hermione love Ron I have no idea, but do know if it was the modern world, I'd see a divorce after a few years of his abuse. If she was to get the guts to get away.

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This will probably be only about 4-9 chapters and I have the first 13k written. Enjoy.

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Harry lifted the 7.62 mm Galil Sniper Rifle off its wall mount and walked to the gun range that was in the trunk. Setting up the rifle like Patrick's memories had showed him; he made sure the weapon was unloaded before he looked through the scope to get use to spotting. The magic of the room made the firing range over six hundred meters long. In the distance a red light was on the wall and he moved the weapon and the light moved.

"Cool!" he said as he quickly loaded the first ten round boxed magazine.

Patrick came into the room and started showing Harry how to use the scope and the rifle along with basic safety. Helping Harry set the rifle up, he said, "Now this will have a kick. So you need to be ready for it."

He loaded the clip that Patrick was holding out and saw it only had one round.

"I am," Harry replied as he settled behind the weapon and looked through the scope as he chambered the round.

"Ok, then, you may fire now," Patrick replied as he stepped away from Harry.

Harry took a breath, and slowly released it like Patrick had told him to. With a gentle squeeze of the trigger the gun bucked.

"BLOODY HELL!" Harry cried out as the rifle slammed into his shoulder and he landed on his ass with the rifle lying above his head.

Patrick snickered as he picked up the rifle and helped Harry to his feet, "Told you it had a kick."

"Bloody hell, I think I'll stick with spells," Harry mumbled as he rubbed his shoulder.

Patrick laughed and rubbed Harry's head, "Nah lad, what you need is something to cushion the kick and try lying down. It is a sniper rifle."

Harry laid down on the floor as Patrick set the rifle's legs and reloaded the gun before handing it back to him. He then picked up what looked like a sock and placed it between the butt of the rifle and Harry's shoulder, "This should help the kick."

Taking aim, Harry centered the scope onto the target and slowly let his breath out before he gently squeezed the trigger. The rifle kicked again, but with the sock between him and the rifle, it didn't hit his shoulder as hard. A buff of dust burst from the target and he saw he missed the bulls-eye by several inches. He was low and to the right of the circle and he frowned.

"I missed," Harry said as he looked up at Patrick.

"Not by much, and give it time and we'll have you hitting the target on center. Snipers are not made in a day. It takes weeks, sometimes months of heavy training," Patrick replied as he reached down and lifted the gun from the floor. He ejected the magazine and cleared the weapon, "Always assume any rifle or pistol is loaded unless you check it first."

"Yes, Sir," Harry replied as he took the weapon back and reloaded it with a full magazine.

Patrick watched as the young lad fired the sniper rifle. Offering help when he needed it and as Harry worked through the magazines of shells, his aim improved until he was getting one to two hits in the center per magazine. When he was finished, Patrick took the rifle back and showed Harry how to strip the weapon down and clean it.

Harry watched as Patrick was reassembling the rifle. His shoulder was sore and his hearing had a slight ringing to it from the shots but was slowly improving.

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Dementor attack;

By Josh Hitslow;

Three Dementors attacked a muggle town in Surry called Little Whinging. Three muggles were kissed by the attack and Madam Bones has sworn to get to the bottom of the attack. Kissed were Piers Polkiss, Jason Fist and John Towers. A young muggle boy named Mark Evans was able to escape them by running away along with Harry Potter's cousin Dudley Dursley. Both survivors were able to tell the Aurors what they felt but being muggles couldn't describe what picked up the three boys. Mark Evens was able to crawl into a concrete play pipe that the Dementors couldn't reach him while Dudley was able to hide in one of the bathrooms after locking the door. Both boys were given chocolate and sent home to recover. Aurors were called by a local squib who could see the Dementors.

See page three for more information on Dementors

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Deadly Attack;

By Penelope Clearwater;

Tom Riddle AKA as Voldemort attacked the Bones Manor last night. Two aurors were killed in the attack while they allowed Minister Bones and her niece Susan to escape to safety on brooms after anti-apparition and portkeys wards were thrown up. Three unknown Death Eaters were killed as well. Bone Manor was set on fire and the house was lost but not before the nine house elves owned by the Bones was able to get everything out before the house went up in flames.

See page five for more information on Amelia Bones

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Hermione gathered up the rest of her belongings and slipped out of her room and headed for the stairs. She could hear Ron snoring away in the next bedroom and shook her head. She wondered how anyone in his dorm could sleep with that noise. With a look behind her and up the third flight of stairs, she slowly started lowering her wheeled trunk down the flight of stairs and to the main hallway. It was just passed three am when she reached the main door and listened to see if anyone was awake. Setting the cat carrier down, she heard Ron's snoring grew louder and she shook her head as she turned the door knob and pulled the door open. She quickly pushed her trunk outside and then slipped through the door. Reaching back in, she picked up the carrier with her beloved cat I it and slowly shut it. She released the door knob, she turned around and grasped the handle of her trunk and started to push it forward.

"Going somewhere Miss Granger?" a voice came from the darkness.

Hermione jumped, her free hand going to her chest as she glanced around and her eyes settled on Sirius sitting to the left of the door.

"Sirius, you scared me. What are you doing out here?" she asked and then wanted to slap herself because he would ask the same thing of herself.

Sirius snickered and patted the bench seat beside him. As she sat down he answered, "Sorry for scaring you. But I saw you slyly putting your things in your trunk and put two and two together. I figured you'd go tonight or tomorrow to Harry. "

"Well I am to meet someone at a certain location. If it's safe, I will be allowed to continue on to Harry, that's all I know," Hermione replied.

"Ok… well tell my pup, I love him and to stay safe," Sirius replied before he gave the girl a hug.

Sirius pulled his wand out and tapped it and it glowed green, "There, I lightened it for you."

"Thanks and I will," Hermione said as she tilted her trunk and pushed it down the steps to the sidewalk.

Sires stood up and stepped down behind her with the cat carrier in his hand. His wand was out and he was casting a spell at the girl, "That bloody idiot," he said as Hermione turned around.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Hold up, you have a dozen tracking items on you, your trunk and inside," Sirius said as he bent down and picked up some rocks.

"I need to transfer them," he said and then started transferring the tracking charms to the rocks.

"Who would… Dumbledore did right?" Hermione asked as she opened her trunk.

"Well five are his, three are Molly's, three are Mad Eye's and I am not sure who put the last one on you because it's quite feeble," he said as he slipped the rocks into his pocket.

"Ron probably did, he has been hinting that I am his girlfriend now and never asked if I wanted to be. I mean he's my friend, but…"

"You just cannot see him that way. I understand. Now I have transferred them all and you need to get going. Tonks should be here soon as she had guard duty at the ministry," Sirius said as he held his wand up and summoned the Knights Bus.

Seconds later with a loud bang, and the purple two decker appeared and Sirius handed the girl a bag of coins.

"I don't need this," Hermione said as she tried to hand the money back.

"Take it just in case. You never know, and I had that bag tied to your magical signature and its hooked up to a trust account I set up for you. It's my way to say thank you for rescuing me in third year. Now get going," Sirius said as he hugged the girl as Stan pulled the trunk aboard.

Hermione slipped the bag into her pocket and returned the hug, "Thanks Sirius and your welcome."

Hermione climbed aboard the bus and said, "Trafalgar Square."

Stan nodded, and said, "That'd be eleven sickles, Ma'am."

Hermione counted out the eleven silver coins and handed them to the man as she sat back on the bed.

"Trafalgar Square," Stan said to Erin the driver and the bus shot away from where they were like a bullet.

Hermione closed her eyes at the speed they were going. She didn't like rollercoaster's or the Gringotts mine carts and this bus went just like them. Weaving in and out of traffic, between busses and down a narrow alley that wasn't wide enough for two people to walk arm and arm and it scared her so she clenched her eyes tightly shut and held on for dear life. The bus gave a lurch; she slid down to the base of the bed as Stan shouted out.

"Trafalgar Square, everyone off whose getting off," Stan shouted.

Hermione slipped off her bed, grabbed the handle of her trunk and cat carrier she climbed down the stairs. The trunk banged on each step until she had it on the ground beside her. The doors slammed shut and the bus vanished. Hermione looked around and spotted the icon of the square. She started walking across the plaza to Nelson's Column, watching for any trap because she knew she was close to the ministry and Charing Cross road where the Leaky Cauldron was.

She walked to the north-west lion and leaned against it like Harry's letter had said and looked around the lit plaza and watched the water gushing from the fountains.

"Beautiful isn't it?" a voice said causing Hermione to jump.

Hermione turned around and was about to say something when a hand was held up to her mouth, "Shhh Hermione," the cloaked figure said.

Hermione looked closer and replied, "Harry?"

"Yup. Now take my arm and hold on tight," Harry ordered and held up his arm, "Dobby, get her trunk and carrier."

"Right away, Master Harry," the little house elf said as Hermione glared at him.

"Ready Mione?" Harry asked.

"For whatttttt," Hermione cried out as the portkeyed away from the square.

Hermione staggered and fell into Harry who went down on his butt. Hermione landed on top of him and their noses hit each other.

"Ouch," Harry said as he reached up and rubbed his nose as Hermione did the same.

A pop to their side and Dobby appeared, "I put Mistress Mione's trunk and let her kitty out in her room," and then he popped out.

"My room?" Hermione asked.

"Well I figured you're staying you'd need a room. Unless…"

Hermione looked at her best friend and replied, "Unless what? Mr. Potter."

Harry wagged his eyebrows as he replied, "You want to share mine?"

Hermione turned bright red at Harry's suggestion and blurted out, "HARRY!"

"Just kidding," Harry said as he climbed to his feet and helped his blushing friend up.

Hermione looked around. They had appeared to the left of a small sitting area with four couches made for two people with end tables on each end. Between the four couches was a suspended fireplace that a small fire burning in it. Around the sitting area is what took her breath away, for all she saw was rows of shelves filled with books. The room had to be magically expanded as it was at least two hundred feet wide and long and a hundred high. At the fifty foot level a metal lattice floor allowed access to the higher up books, and at each corner of the room, a spiral staircase went up to the next level. She noticed that each book case had a movable ladder that slid along its length.

Harry grinned as he watched the face of his best friend and then leaned in to her side and whispered, "You can look at any book in here."

Harry jumped back and surprise as Hermione squealed and took off between the stacks. He watched as she ran her fingers across the spines and then would pull one out and open it up. She would then place it back where she found it and continue on. He watched as she vanished around the corner and he went to his desk and sat down watching the area she was in when Dobby popped in with a tray and set it on the desk.

Harry grabbed his cup of hot chocolate and picked up his early copy of the Daily Prophet.

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Dementors attack;

By Josh Hitslow;

It was determined that the Dementors that attacked Little Whinging in Surry and caused the deaths of three innocent teenagers were sent by Senior Undersecretary Delores Umbridge. Miss Umbridge thirty-seven, was arrested in her home by Aurors on the orders of Madam Bones head of the DMLE. When they searched her home they found many banned and dark objects including a signed order by former Minster of Magic Cornelius Fudge for Miss Umbridge to become the new Defense against the Dark Arts, and later High Inquisitor of Hogwarts where she would be able to take over the school and dismiss any staff person and issue supposed reforms and detections to anyone who would go against the ministry of question its orders. The use of Blood Quills was mention as well as hanging the students by the feet and whipping them, things that have never been seen or used on students in since the eighteen hundred. More on Page four.

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Funeral for those slain by Dementors attack;

By Penny Clearwater;

It was raining yesterday in Surry England were three boys were laid to rest side by side. In the muggle news, it was reported they died in a car accident but we know the truth. That truth is what led to Lord Potter to pay all the expenses for his cousin's friends. Harry felt sorrow that three teenagers not yet sixteen have lost their lives and to help the families, he paid all the expense and gave each of the three families twenty-five thousand pounds. No it cannot bring them back but it can help ease their sorrow. Lord Potter told me that he hopes Deloris Umbridge gets the Dementors Kiss just like the kids received. Will that happen? We here at the Daily Prophet hope so as well, but remember, Ms. Umbridge is a pureblood and to them, it was just muggles that were kissed. We hope the government will do what is right and not what is easy… More on page five.

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Molly Weasley was in the kitchen finishing up breakfast for all the residence who were living in her home. She planned on having the kids work on the drawing room while she tried to figure out how to remove the dark books from the library. She had tried the day before to remove fifty of them and as she carried them out of the room in a large sack they vanished and reappeared back on the shelves. She figured she would have to get Dumbledore to remove whatever curse was on the books that prevented their removal. Had she only known to ask the real owner of the house why it happened she would have saved a lot of aggravation for herself.

Placing the last plate of bacon on the table she walked to the door and pushed it open and screamed out, "BREAKFAST!"

The thundering of feet on the stairs had her stepping back as the kids came in one by one. The last to enter was Ginny who slid into her chair. With a frown she looked around the table to see if she had missed one and she hadn't.

"Ginny, dear, where is Hermione?" she asked.

"Don't know mum. She wasn't in the bedroom when I woke up," Ginny replied as she started filling her plate.

"That girl is probably in the library again. I told her to stay out of there until I get rid of those dark books," Molly huffed and went out the door.

Molly stomped up the stairs and glanced at the silence picture of Walburga Black and grinned. She reached the door to the library and pushed it open and saw it was empty.

"Now where could she be?" she wondered and then said, "Oh the dear is in the bathroom. I'll go knock and let her know."

Walking down the hall she passed the children's doors and knocked on the bathroom for this floor. After waiting a few minutes she pushed the door open and said, "Hermione, dear. Breakfast is ready."

She waited and then stuck her head in and saw it was empty, "Now where could she be?" she asked herself as she headed back down the hall and looked up to the third floor, "Surely she is not up there?" she said and then huffed again and went back downstairs to the kitchen where she found the kids devouring the remains of breakfast. Sirius was leaning against a counter eating a bacon sandwich while sipping coffee.

"I cannot find Hermione. Has anyone seen her?" Molly asked from the doorway.

"She went to join Harry last night," Sirius said as he set his cup down.

"WHAT!" Molly screamed out as everyone looked at Molly.

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Two days before Hermione skipped out, and deep under Gringotts, a team of Goblins and Curse Breakers stood outside one of the old wizard vaults. The leader of the Goblins, a one recently promoted Goblin names Snortface. In his gnarled hand was a small black box that had a wand built into it. Floating above the box was an image of a cup.

"It's in here. Better send for Bloodfang since he is the account manager for the Lestrange vault," Snortface ordered.

"Right away," one of the goblin guards said and he jumped in the nearest cart and took off.

William Weasley, better known as Bill stood chatting with Fleur as they waited, "Did you see the size of the Basilisk that they brought in yesterday? The battle must have cost a lot of lives and I wonder where they found it?" he asked.

"It was huge. As to where it was found it, I heard that Harry Potter killed it in his second year with a sword," Fleur replied as she checked her nails.

The blood flowed from Bill's face as he thought of the giant snake and what happened to his sister and baby brother, "By the Goddess…"

"What is wrong, Bill?" Fleur asked.

"My sister almost died in her first year. Ron said that Harry killed a Basilisk and saved Ginny. I thought he was joking…"

"It's not joke Curse Breaker Weasley. I have seen the memory. Mr. Potter killed the Basilisk with a sword and was bitten at the same time," Snortface said as a cart arrived.

A tall goblin jumped out of the cart and demanded, "What is the meaning of this? Why was I called here?"

"I called you here Bloodfang. Open this vault, now," Snortface demanded.

"You? A teller ordering me around?" Bloodfang demanded as his hand settled on the sword at his hip.

"Its senior curse destroyer Snortface to you. Inside this vault is a class one hundred cursed object. Now open it," Snortface demanded once more.

Bloodfang gulped as there was only one item in the goblin registry classified as a class one hundred. Pulling a blood key out, he inserted the key and twisted. The door shuddered and slid open.

"Curse breakers check the vault. Bloodfang if the item is in here, half the vault is forfeited by treaty. One quarter is to go to the goblins the other quarter will be handed over to Goldfang," Snortface ordered.

Bill stepped up and starting casting spells to check the room. He immediately received a hit on several curses, "Sir, I have detected the Germino and Flagrante curses on everything."

"What?" Snortface yelled out and stepped into the entrance and quickly cast the detection spells and detected the curses, "This vault is hereby seized of all access. Curse breakers, do your duty."

The six person team stepped up and started removing the curses from the many items. It would take the team and three more teams forty-eight hours to remove the curses and when finished, a small golden cup with a badger on it was found on the top shelf.

The Horcrux was removed from the cup and placed in the detector to increase its power. It immediately hit on another Horcrux within five kilometers of the bank and the team set out to look for it and soon found themselves in a muggle square called Grimmauld. The disguised Goblins and few human curse breakers were looking around trying to figure out where the Horcrux could be located while William Weasley and Fleur Delacour paled as they looked at Number 12 Grimmauld place, home of Sirius Black and the Order of the Phoenix.

"Oh shit!" Bill said.

"What was that Curse Breaker Weasley?" Snortface asked as he shook the detector and the wand pointed directly ahead of them. Looking up he said, "Fidelius Charm. I wonder whose home this is."

"Sir, it's the home of Sirius Black," Bill replied.

"Well we need to get in there. Who is the secret keeper? Is it Sirius Black?"

"Dumbledore is," Bill replied.

"Then you need to take the detector in and look for the Horcrux, because Dumbledore would never tell us the secret and I don't have time to waste for the curse breakers to shatter it," Snortface ordered as he handed the box to the young curse breaker.

Bill took the box and replied, "Fleur and I will be right back," as he started walking.

Fleur fell in alongside Bill and the two entered the house. They heard arguing going on and it sounded like Dumbledore, Sirius Black and Molly Weasley yelling at each other. Bill held up the device and the wand started moving around. It then pointed at the kitchen door where the arguing was coming from.

"Well in for a penny…"

"in for a pound," Fleur said and the two of them descended down the stairs and pushed the door open.

Dumbledore was rubbing his forehead as Molly and Sirius screamed at each other. He pushed his glasses back up just as the door opened and William Weasley and Fleur Delacour came into the room. In William's hand was a strange box with a wand like apparatus twirling around.

"Mr. Weasley, Miss. Delacour, now is not a good time," Albus said to the two.

"Never is for the reason we're here," Bill said as he moved the box around and it pointed to a cupboard near a kettle to the right of the stove, "It's in there Fleur."

"I get it," Fleur said as she pulled on her dragon hide gloves and then pulled out a bag that was dragon hide as well.

"What's in there?" Dumbledore asked, his interest peeped.

"Gringotts business," Bill said as Fleur opened the cabinet.

"William, that's no way to talk to the headmaster. Tell him whets in there," Molly snapped out.

"None of any of your business," Bill replied, "Sorry Sirius, I know this is your house but this is considered a treaty breaker if the Goblins wished it."

"That's ok Bill, you know what you're doing," Sirius said as he sat down.

Meanwhile Fleur was placing everything on the counter as she pulled it out.

Bill stepped over and pointed the box at everything Fleur was laying out. It ranged from a snuffbox to a cigar cutter, to an Order of Merlin medallion. The last thing she placed was a golden locket that the box started clicking on right away.

"That's it," Bill said as Fleur looked up at the sound.

"Master's locket!" a voice shouted out from the doorway.

Everyone in the room looked at the elf as it charged across the room, its hands stretched out to grab the locket. Bill stopped the elf as Fleur swept the locket into the bag.

"You shall not take it! Master Regulus died for it!" Kreacher shouted out from where he landed on his back.

"Kreacher enough. Now what do you mean my brother died for it? How did my brother die? You called the locket 'Master Regulus's', why?" Sirius demanded.

The elf sat up, curled into a ball, placed his wet face between his knees, and began to rock backward and forward. When he spoke, his voice was muffled but quite distinct in the silent, echoing kitchen.

Kreacher sniffed and replied, "Master Sirius ran away, good riddance, for he was a bad boy and broke my Mistress's heart with his lawless ways. But Master Regulus had proper order; he knew what was due to the name of Black and the dignity of his pure blood. For years he talked of the Dark Lord, who was going to bring the wizards out of hiding to rule the Muggles and the Mudbloods... and when he was sixteen years old, Master Regulus joined the Dark Lord. So proud, so proud, so happy to serve..."

"And one day, a year after he joined, Master Regulus came down to the kitchen to see Kreacher. Master Regulus always liked Kreacher. And Master Regulus said... he said..."

The old elf rocked faster than ever.

"... he said that the Dark Lord required an elf."

"Voldemort needed an elf?" Sirius asked, "Why?"

"I'm sure he will tell us," Dumbledore stated as he looked at the bag and wondered.

"Oh yes," moaned Kreacher. "And Master Regulus had volunteered Kreacher. It was an honor, said Master Regulus, an honor for him and for Kreacher, who must be sure to do whatever the Dark Lord ordered him to do... and then to c-come home."

Kreacher rocked still faster, his breath coming in sobs.

"So Kreacher went to the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord did not tell Kreacher what they were to do, but took Kreacher with him to a cave beside the sea. And beyond the cave was a cavern, and in the cavern was a great black lake..."

Dumbledore's head whipped from the bag to the elf as he remembered something about Tom.

"... There was a boat..."

"There was a b-basin full of potion on the island. The D-Dark Lord made Kreacher drink it..."

The elf quaked from head to foot.

"Kreacher drank, and as he drank he saw terrible thing... Kreacher's insides burned... Kreacher cried for Master Regulus to save him, he cried for his Mistress Black, but the Dark Lord only laughed... He made Kreacher drink all of the potion... He dropped a locket into the empty basin... He filled it with more potion."

"And then the Dark Lord sailed away, leaving Kreacher on the island..."

"Left you?" Sirius asked in shock.

"It's something Voldemort would do. He would dispose of an elf just as fast as a muggle or muggleborn," Dumbledore replied.

"Disgusting," Fleur said with disgust.

"I agree," Bill added as he watched the elf.

"Kreacher needed water, he crawled to the island's edge and he drank from the black lake... and hands, dead hands, came out of the water and dragged Kreacher under the surface..."

"How did you get away?" Bill asked.

Kreacher raised his ugly head and looked at the blood traitors with his great, bloodshot eyes.

"Master Regulus told Kreacher to come back, so I did," he said.

"So what happened when you got back?" Dumbledore asked, "What did Regulus say when you told him what happened?"

"Master Regulus was very worried, very worried," croaked Kreacher. "Master Regulus told Kreacher to stay hidden and not to leave the house. And then... it was a little while later... Master Regulus came to find Kreacher in his cupboard one night, and Master Regulus was strange, not as he usually was, disturbed in his mind, Kreacher could tell... and he asked Kreacher to take him to the cave, the cave where Kreacher had gone with the Dark Lord..."

Kreacher knew how to open the concealed entrance to the underground cavern, knew how to raise the tiny boat: this time it was his beloved Regulus who sailed with him to the island with its basin of poison...

"And he made you drink the poison?" Fleur asked with disgust.

"M-Master Regulus took from his pocket a locket like the one the Dark Lord had," said Kreacher, tears pouring down either side of his snout like nose. "And he told Kreacher to take it and, when the basin was empty, to switch the lockets..."

Kreacher's sobs came in great rasps now; they had to concentrate hard to understand him.

"And he order — Kreacher to leave — without him. And he told Kreacher — to go home — and never to tell my Mistress — what he had done — but to destroy — the first locket. And he drank — all the potion — and Kreacher swapped the lockets — and watched... as Master Regulus... was dragged beneath the water... and..."

"Oh, Kreacher!" Fleur said distraughtly, "you poor thing."

"So you brought the locket home," Sirius asked as he was determined to know the full story. "And since then you have been trying to destroy it. To follow my brother's last command."

"Nothing Kreacher did made any mark upon it," moaned the elf. "Kreacher tried everything, everything he knew, but nothing, nothing would work... So many powerful spells upon the casing, Kreacher was sure the way to destroy it was to get inside it, but it would not open... Kreacher punished himself, he tried again, he punished himself, he tried again. Kreacher failed to obey orders, Kreacher could not destroy the locket! And his mistress was mad with grief, because Master Regulus had disappeared and Kreacher could not tell her what had happened, no, because Master Regulus had f-f-forbidden him to tell any of the f-f-family what happened in the c-cave..."

Kreacher began to sob so hard that there were no more coherent words. (Italics is from Book 7 Deathly Hollows chapter 10)

"I don't understand you, Kreacher," Bill said as the crying subsided, "Don't worry. The Goblins can destroy it. I promise you this."

"You promise?" Kreacher asked.

"I promise. Now go get some rest, by this time tomorrow, this Horcrux of Voldemort… Shit I said that aloud," Bill said as he turned to face Dumbledore who's head had whipped around to the bag.

"I'll be taking that," Albus said as he reached for the bag.

Bill's wand came up and he replied, "I don't think so."

"William, its imperative I study it. I need to know how many he made and where their hidden," Albus said as he lowered his hand for his wand.

"Touch that wand and I'll blow your arm off. Fleur, get it out of here and to Snortface for destruction. Take the detector with you," Bill said.

"WILLIAM YOU LOWER THAT WAND RIGHT NOW!" Molly screeched.

"Sorry Mum, my life and the lives of all magicals in Britain are more important than Dumbledore. Go Fleur," Bill replied, his wand never wavering.

Bill watched Dumbledore's eyes follow Fleur to the door and up the stairs, "William I must insist that it be turned over to me for study. If Voldemort knows we have found one of his Horcruxs he'll move any others."

Bill laughed and replied, "He can move them anywhere and we can find it. We have already found and destroyed two of them. Harry destroyed one so at most he has two left not counting the one Fleur is delivering."

Albus staggered back and his back pressed against the counter, "Two? How?" he gasped out.

"Easy. The first one was the diary that you allowed into your school that nearly killed my sister in her first year. A week ago, a second was destroyed in Gringotts when Harry put his head of house ring on. Yes, old man. If you had done your job and brought Harry into Gringotts when he was eleven to take up his ring, the Horcrux behind his scar would have been destroyed then. The first one we found was Helga Hufflepuffs cup found in the Lestrange Vault which saw that vault confiscated for containing a class one hundred dark object. Harry inherited half the vault and all their businesses and homes for bring Voldemort's Horcruxs to their attention. Now I need to go and Mum, I'll see you tonight for dinner. Later Sirius," Bill said as he started backing to the door.

Albus stood their thinking about what William said when Sirius's voice caught his attention, "What was that Sirius?"

"I said, when were you going to tell Harry about his inheritance? What does Bill know that you're refusing to tell us and why did Harry have a Horcrux behind his scar?" Sirius demanded.

"I need to go," Dumbledore said as he walked to the fireplace and threw some floo powder in to the fire.

"That son of a bitch!" Sirius blurted out as Dumbledore vanished.

"That is uncalled for! Now why did you allow Hermione to leave?" Molly shouted.

"Shut up or get out of my home," Sirius snapped out as he opened a magically concealed cabinet and pulled out a bottle of Firewhiskey.

Sirius stormed up the stairs leaving a shocked Molly behind him.

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Harry Potter™ is a registered trademark and copyright (©) of JK Rowling and all that crap. The only thing mine is the idea and several characters. Everything else is hers including all the money...